We’re on Day 10 of Camp and I’ve managed to steadily keep up with these prompts! Hooray! I surely thought I’d loose interest and get too wrapped up into other things that have come out of this. The document is an absolute mess (And likely to get worse), but…it’s been really fun so far.
Today’s prompt was brought to us by a Facebook Librarian friend and is a name: Kitty Magnifico. I knew right away that if I pulled it, Kitty was a drag queen. It just fit perfectly, but I didn’t really know what kind of story I’d write around her until I actually wrote it. And… here it is!
As always, remember these are “hot off the press” so to speak, so they are riddled with typos, over used words, and strange structure. This is my natural writing style that usually gets polished with extensive editing. At the end of this, we’ll see what we have and they’ll get worked over for sure.
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Prompt: Kitty Magnfico
Being under the lights of the Ophelia stage had always left Kitty feeling exhilarated –but also hot and sweaty. She slid onto the stool she’d claimed, years ago now, in the cramped dressing room to stare at her face.
“You did a great job, Kitty.” A pair of lips pressed against her temple and she leaned into her fellow queen.
“Kitty Magnifico always puts on a good show,” she teased. “But…” she sighed, “it’s late and I should get home.”
She always hated this part of the night. She didn’t mind transforming into Kitty. But the taking it all off always felt…odd. Going back to being boring, plain, uninteresting Stanley Laine. But, his eyeliner was beginning to run and it wouldn’t be long before Kitty had melted anyway.
Kitty was meticulous about her make-up removal. She started with the wig. Carefully unpinning it from the wig cap that covered her actual hair. It was placed on the wig stand and brushed out, just enough to keep it from tangling in her costume case. Then, she went to work dabbing off the layers of make-up.
“Kitty? Are you already leaving?” Lily Wyte; a thin black queen, slid onto the stool beside her. Her wig was already in her hands, and she slapped it haphazardly onto the wig stand on her own little section of wide vanity. “I was hoping you’d come dance with me for a bit.”
Kitty smirked, “Yeah. I’m headed out as soon as I’m cleaned up. I have an early day tomorrow.”
“Early day? It’s a Saturday.”
“I picked up an extra shift at work,” Kitty said. “Queening is expensive, you know.”
Lily laughed; a tinkling sound that made Kitty’s heart flutter.
“Well, if I promise not to keep you up too late, how about we go back to my plate?” Lily asked. She reached to remove her earrings, looking up at Kitty with an almost shy expression. “It’s been a while.”
Kitty picked up her water bottle to avoid answering for a minute. She liked Lily. She liked Liam; who Lily was when not in drag. She always felt like she was more into them than they were into her though. Lily/Liam was looking for a fun night, release some steam. They always were. Sex didn’t mean a lot to them. It was a means to an end –that end being an orgasm. A dopamine rush.
“Come on,” Lily reached over, poking her in the thigh. “It’ll be fun. I’ll do that thing you like so much.”
Kitty’s cheeks turned pink. “You’d do that anyway. You like it too.” Her lips turned in a smile. She had finally gotten enough of the make-up off to reach up and remove the wig cap. Even though she was still wearing the sparkly, form fitting dress, she wasn’t Kitty anymore. Thick, dark hair fell over his forehead and he was now decidedly Stanley again. His fingers ran through his hair, getting it to lay back into it’s natural style.
“That’s my favorite part.” Lily sighed, leaning on her hand, watching him for a minute.
“What?” He turned, really looking at her for the first time. She wasn’t wearing a lot of make-up tonight. More Liam than Lily. With the jewelry off, he was also more Boy-in-a-dress than Drag Queen.
“When you take the wig cap off and I can see that thick, gorgeous hair of yours.” Liam grinned. “That blush you get when I compliment you is pretty great too.”
Stan looked away, picking up the garment bag from where it hung next to him. “I need to change and wash my face.”
Liam nodded, turning back to his own mirror. “Okay.”
Stan stopped short of Liam’s chair. “Could you…unzip me?”
“I’d be happy to.”
Stan felt Liam’s hands at his back and the fabric that was holding him so tightly loosened. A strange sense of relief buzzed across his skin, like he hadn’t realized how uncomfortable he’d been to be contained in the dress. Like, as much as he thought being Stan was boring, he was glad to not have to be on as Kitty anymore.
“Thank you,” he said, then bustled off for the dressing room. He slipped off the dress, hanging it carefully on a padded hanger before slipping it back into the garment bag. He replaced the nylons with a pair of jeans. His torso was covered with a loose-fitting t-shirt. He sat down to pull on a pair of socks and put his sneakers on. The heels he’d been wearing were tucked into a pocket he’d sewn into the garment bag.
Fully and completely Boring Stan, he stepped out of the dressing room. Liam was waiting patiently for his turn. No zipper on his dress to return the favor. It was a knit bodycon dress that just slipped over his head; hugging every inch it covered.
He was still washing his face, getting the last traces of make-up off when Liam came to the sink next to him. He wasn’t as meticulous as Stan was, just giving his face a scrub with a light cleanser. Whatever it was he did worked; Liam’s skin was flawless.
“Stan?” Liam moved closer to him after drying his face.
“Hmm?” His face was still soapy, but he knew if it wasn’t off now, the make-up was never coming off. He bent over the sink, splashing water into his face. As he straightened, Liam held out a fluffy white towel to him.
“I really like you.”
“I like you too,” he admitted.
“No, I’m not phishing.” Liam shook his head. “I don’t think you believe how much I like you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Liam reached out, taking the towel away from him again. He took an edge, dabbing it along the remaining damp on Stan’s temple. “I mean that I like being with you. You’ve been more stand-offish lately about hanging out. Why?”
Stan frowned. “I don’t want to raise my expectations.”
“Expectations?” Liam repeated.
“Fooling around and casual sex is one thing,” Stan replied. “But at some point, I started to get…” he sighed, “feelings.”
“Okay. So, you have feelings. So do I. Why is that a bad thing?”
“Because I don’t just want to keep this, between us, casual. So, it’s better if—”
“Did you stop to think that I don’t want it to be casual either?”
There was a beat while Stan processed the sentence. He hadn’t stopped to think about what Liam might be thinking. After all, why on earth would a guy like Liam (or a queen like Lily) be interested in…Boring Stan?
“No,” he finally admitted.
“Because why would someone like you want to be with…something like me?”
“Someone like Me? Like you? I don’t even know what that means. I’m just a guy who likes to dress up as a flamboyant woman on the weekends. I’m a fucking bartender,” he laughed. “I’m not sure why you think I’m anything special.”
Stan didn’t think. His hand went to Liam’s chin and he pulled him forward into a kiss. Self-deprication was his schtick. He couldn’t stand to let Liam horn in on the action. Obviously kissing was the best way to put a stop to that.
“You are special.” He couldn’t bear to pull away; his lips still brushing Liam’s as he spoke. “You’re smart. Beautiful, obviously. I never have more fun than when I’m with you. I don’t know that I’ve ever had more fun than when I’m with you.” He let out an airy laugh; like a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Shit, Liam. It really won’t take much before I’m completely infatuated with you.”
“You aren’t already?” Liam’s tone was teasing.
“If the process were complete, I don’t think we’d be having this conversation. I just would have agreed to go back to your place and…suffer in silence, waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
“It won’t,” Liam promised. “I’m all in. Completely. Totally. For as long as you’ll have me.”
“That’s a dangerous promise. I like a long-haul.”
“Good. That’s a relief.”
Liam’s lips tasted like fake cherry candy. Stan had never been a huge fan of cherry…but his opinion was definitely getting swayed.
“So,” Liam panted as their foreheads pressed together, “my place? Or…do you really have to work tomorrow?”
“I do have to work tomorrow,” Stan admitted, “but…your place is closer to work, and mine is on the way. We could stop, and I’ll grab a change of clothes.”
“Perfect. Let’s go. Before someone tries to convince us to stay or get dinner or…literally anything else.”
“You’re in sudden rush.”
“Only so we can take our time when we’re finally alone,” Liam assured him. “What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?”
“We’ll have plenty of time, if we leave now. You need to grab anything?”
“Just my bag. It’s in my locker. And I’ve gotta hang up my dress.”
“Okay. I’ve gotta grab my phone and wallet too. Say bye to Merry and Kitch. I’ll meet you at the side door.”
“I’ll be there,” Stan promised.
Liam, begrudgingly pulled away and hustled off toward the main room again. Stan blew out a breath. He was suddenly aware of how warm he felt. How…excited and happy he was. He and Liam were a together now? Like…a couple? Fuck. It hadn’t been like, said out loud, but he was pretty sure that was what had just happened. He’d confirm in the morning. He didn’t want to let labels get in the way of whatever they were about to get into.
He turned back to the mirror over the sink, checking that he had gotten the last of the make-up off.
Maybe Stan wasn’t so boring after all.